|Hebe; Greek Goddess of Youth (basilea) wrote in deities_dot_com,|
@ 2012-07-08 21:54:00
|Entry tags:||~anteros, ~hebe|
finding trouble (Anteros)
There were a hell of a lot of things that Hebe had missed doing. One of them was partying. The second was shopping. The third was partying again, it deserved two spots! The fourth through probably twentieth spot was men. She missed men. She missed Gods. She wished the way the sounded, smelled, tasted, moved.. so on and so forth. Youth was YOUTH, they mingled, danced, went through the motions, lost themselves, went crazy, fell in love all at the drop of a hat. Hebe needed that. She needed release from the bounds of her latest wedding blues. Stupid husband that was stupid and gah. Thankfully Hercules was pretty much history. She may have held the title but not the ring, not the commitment. Which made things like this way easier. It really didn't matter what Erote she ran into, but her hips kind of guided her right for Anteros' door.
He was probably the prettiest Olympic god beside his brother Eros... And her brother Ares. Not that she was picky, really. Gods were gods. All of them were good looking. She just wanted the kind of company that Anteros could provide. He wasn't just a love God. He wasn't just handsome. He was her friend. More than that, they'd shared more than that over the ages. Anteros understood Hebe's pain.
The first time Hercules had turned a blind eye on the trust she placed on him. The first time he'd went astray. He'd been there. His arms had held her. And around this time of the year. He'd just know. He'd know.
She needed trouble. Excitement. And a pair of arms to keep her balanced.
She knocked on his door trying not to pound on it out of urgency.
Hebe just really. Really. Needed Anteros.